• HikingVet
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    10 hours ago

    How did bland ass food become the hallmark of cuisine for white middle-class americans? I mean, fuck, just oven roasting those breasts would make them taste… I say this as a white dude from Canada

    • YiddishMcSquidish@lemmy.today
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      1 hour ago

      Wow, it really is a white middle class issue huh? My mom is from a rural area and could keep up with most professional chefs in the taste department. When my parents divorced, my dad got with one of the most stereotypical "Karen"s who’ve ever witnessed. She hated me because I refused to eat anything she had a hand in making. Ffs, I always made the deviled eggs for Thanksgiving ever since I was a child, here and her daughters said they won’t eat them if I put onion and relish in them. Needles to say, they did not eat my deviled eggs.

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      8 hours ago

      It’s not really true. Everyone likes flavorful food. Most Americans season their food plenty.

      If a hallmark of your culture is that your people love “food, family, and fun”, your culture may not be as unique as you think.

    • RaoulDuke25@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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      9 hours ago

      Racism. Honestly. Spices were seen for peasants and came from foreign lands. Over the generations it just became normal to come from a family with bland ass food.

      • Jax@sh.itjust.works
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        9 hours ago

        Spices were associated with rotting food, because they were often used to cover up the flavor of overly game-y meat — at least that was common in the U.S. .

        I don’t think you can blame people for eventually realizing that if a piece of meat has a suspicious amount of spice on it, it might just make you sick. You also can’t blame someone for being averse to the flavor afterwards — spice kicks twice, and if that second kick is also associated with one of the most violent shits you’ve ever taken… well you get the picture.

        That being said, I do love spice. Not a terribly huge fan of the second kick, but such is life.